Su Mo settled down in Jinwu Mansion. He did not step out of his courtyard even once, cultivating there the entire time.
Although he currently had no source stones and could not openly devour vast quantities of source energy within Jinwu Mansion, he could slow the devouring process and gradually absorb the source energy between heaven and earth.
Though this speed was very slow to him, it was already exceedingly fast for martial artists of the same cultivation level.
More than a month passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, someone knocked on Su Mo's courtyard gate.
Su Mo, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating in the courtyard, swept out with his spiritual sense at the sound. Joy immediately rose in his heart, for the visitor was none other than Ling Shang.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Su Mo arrived before the courtyard gate and opened it.
Outside the gate, Ling Shang wore a moon-white gown that made her figure appear exceptionally tall and slender. Though the dress was somewhat loose, it could not conceal her exquisitely curved and graceful body beneath it.
Her hair was very long, like three thousand silver threads cascading down, brushing over her fragrant shoulders, slipping past her willow-slim waist, and swaying gently.
Her skin was fair, crystalline as white jade, soft as congealed cream, delicate and radiant.
Ling Shang had not changed. Though she and Su Mo had not seen each other for more than a hundred years, she was still exactly the same. The only change was her complexion, which appeared somewhat sickly pale. Clearly, her injuries had yet to fully recover.
Su Mo and Ling Shang's gazes met. They stared at one another, and it seemed as though the entire world had fallen silent. In each other's eyes, there was